Best Permission Poems

( … if you catch me doing one of these.)

Naming any baby Finton, 
voting for Hillary Clinton, 
complimenting Nascar, 
moving to Nebraska, 
using "literally" to mean "very", 
calling Derry Londonderry, 
uttering the word "redact", 
claiming Johnny Depp can act, 
saying society's to blame, 
mentioning fifteen...

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It is okay to mourn
the rapid speed by which this treacherous virus
caught us off guard
Now we cope, we survive, some better than others 
And for so many, too many
the dignity of dying has been denied
After a life long-lived, you were left to meet the great...

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My memory is obsolete in fashion:
the short blue skirt I saw you in that day
is out of date eons ago. My passion
has cicatrized from when you went away,
but thrifty memory still stores your grey
T-shirt with spots of oil paint, your beret

of modern artist that you...

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Permission

We all need to cry. 
We need to be okay. 
We need to let go of things that hurt us. 
We need to be ready to accept good things. 
It is okay to be happy. 

He loves us. 
He gave his son for us. 
He...

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Enthusiasm sweeps me up and 
tosses me casually into the wind.
I travel heights never travelled before
To far away places

Smelling flowers not fully visualized
More fragrant than any earthly daisy 
The sights are vague as I am tossed about,
but gently, endearingly

I do not argue or fight this...

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I bought a hammock
Granted myself permission to daydream
The dog is confused
He's lay underneath as I'm out of reach
Meaning I need to be a hammock expert
And not fall out
It's all the things I wanted it to be
Like a comforting embrace
Soothing as I sway
With just the right...

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Speak to the primrose,
Of this girl,
This princess
Haunting your thoughts
Without my permission,

Speak to the primrose,
From this satin wine
This nectar that flows 
In your glass,
Without my permission,

Talk with the primrose
You can’t live 
Without thinking of them
They never lied to you,
You know it today.





Parles en à la primevère,
De...

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To borrow there are rules to be checked
to show your father respect
        You should be real polite
        which would only be right
and to ask his ok is  correct.

But his son...

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Permission is needed ,
before loved ones can leave,
the heart interceded,
but spirits do grieve,
till we join back together you know:{....
so we move with the flow and the flow...
Don
re 'eternal breath'    Anne  Rutherford...

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Step into the world of a crazy
Marshmallows aren't what they seem
 clouds in 3d float in the sky
giving the impression that evil  will happen.
Flat on ur back legs apart
Whose is it gonna be you or the dammed in the corner
Murmuring unholy is he
The Sinister...

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with your permission my lady
i will take my leave
has your heart spoken it all
do not tarry here
do not let quiet pervade
it will destroy the silence of love
where galaxies meld
a thorn in the side
hidden burr in the saddle
if you do not let your heart sing
love is...

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A birthday wish whispered –
If this world weighs too heavy
on that which remains, leave.
Promise, it will be fine. 

Your blind eyes see through my
comfortable sweater,
the fuzzy one worn down 
to remember warmth. 

Furious, I could scream.
It had always been my favorite:
Always green. Forgiving. A perfect...

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I want to touch her ebony skin
To luxuriate in the depth of her storm
Those dark brown eyes hypnotize me
granting me the courage to approach
Now I can participate in her masquerade 
For she binds my hands with golden suture
I have no fear of death or her...

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Please don’t give me your pity
Because I don’t need it
Don’t show me how you’re saddened by me
My own is enough for two lifetimes
As for guidance, only when called upon
Although I must admit
That a handful of acceptance would be nice
You don’t require my permission
To be able...

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Permission to Be Me
Written by Brett Somers 
On 3-18-16

May I,
Please
But I
Nevermind
Geeze
Forget it
I’m always 
The last person
To give permission
To me

It’s THAT I want
Dreams big
Glorious things
Superstar rings
Can I 
May I
Please please pretty please
Will I give me
Permission
To be me?
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